Josh Davidson
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Do you believe in aliens? What can you tell me about them?
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Run for sure!Whether I believe in them or not, I am quite sure if I see a UFO that too threatingly close that I just call on Jesus and I should be fine. You just need to feel safe when they pop up.
What would you do? Film it? Run indoors?
That accounts for some, I’m sure. However, many of them drastically defy the laws of physics (the laws that we know about anyway), and no machine that we can invent could handle the stresses of what is seen in the edges of space. I’m referring to orbital spacecraft sending back video of objects traveling at tremendous speeds instantly changing direction and even reversing.UFO = military aircraft
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Wow! That's scary!Dear Josh,
Twenty or so years ago I was camped on an a very remote track,near Durras Mountain N.S.W. I was in a Pop up Caravan....As was usual after a long Day Mooching around the tracks or Surf Skiing about seven miles away,after cooking an Artery Busting Supper,I settled into a long night,sitting around the campfire,Quaffing Flagon Wine and enjoying my Tapes...Retiring about ten,three hours or so later I stirred for a pee...Imagine my apprehensive surprise when I noticed there was a light burning about three hundred yards up the track...never having seen anyone ever on this old logging path I went back to the van and extracted my old Pea rifle and never having believed in leaving a task half done went back to finishing off the wine,though sitting up I fell asleep to wake a few hours later to hear creatures rustling around the van,didn't sound like Wallabies or Wombats,then I heard strange noises,something like the sound you get when surfing an old wireless on a shortwave band...being the fearless Guy I am I just stayed hunkered down cowering with Old Betsy at the ready....Nothing further transpired till the morning when I mosied along back to where the light had been,sure enough three tripod like indentations about two inch in diameter and about two foot six apart,maybe five inches deep,burn marks on the grass...I have been back jogging along that path many times since and even now I think I might find those holes.
Rad dude.Dear Josh,
Twenty or so years ago I was camped on an a very remote track,near Durras Mountain N.S.W. I was in a Pop up Caravan....As was usual after a long Day Mooching around the tracks or Surf Skiing about seven miles away,after cooking an Artery Busting Supper,I settled into a long night,sitting around the campfire,Quaffing Flagon Wine and enjoying my Tapes...Retiring about ten,three hours or so later I stirred for a pee...Imagine my apprehensive surprise when I noticed there was a light burning about three hundred yards up the track...never having seen anyone ever on this old logging path I went back to the van and extracted my old Pea rifle and never having believed in leaving a task half done went back to finishing off the wine,though sitting up I fell asleep to wake a few hours later to hear creatures rustling around the van,didn't sound like Wallabies or Wombats,then I heard strange noises,something like the sound you get when surfing an old wireless on a shortwave band...being the fearless Guy I am I just stayed hunkered down cowering with Old Betsy at the ready....Nothing further transpired till the morning when I mosied along back to where the light had been,sure enough three tripod like indentations about two inch in diameter and about two foot six apart,maybe five inches deep,burn marks on the grass...I have been back jogging along that path many times since and even now I think I might find those holes.
Niet... There is no UFO. Aliens and sht is a fake direction.UFO = military aircraft
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
The UFOs are known to spy around nuclear faculties and even shut down these locations. The first Roswell crash happened not long after the Manhattan project. Anyone who knows about aliens and UFOs know they love hovering around and harassing bases where they store nukes.Niet... There is no UFO. Aliens and sht is a fake direction.
Real direction is nuclear war, mind you, nobody wants a nuclear war, but it's a real good possibility. We are not talking about 300-something nuke exchange between India and Pakistan, we are talking about Russia and United States. 3000 possibly 4000 nukes within 30 minutes. Russia has ability creating big tsunamis on east and west coast of U.S. (search youtube for status-6, watch video by sub brief). Then within a week, once new satellites are up, secondary strikes. It's an armageddon.
You want real aliens?
It is a channel on youtube designing global policy, it's an institute and intellectual thinking. Stuff they talking about is going to happen within very short period of time. They discuss geopolitical strategy for war that you did not hear about yet.
Sightings in Canada are on the rise.
To jump on the bandwagon, I've seen an orb float down like a leaf on Christmas eve of 2018. I was driving on the highway and just saw something like a star just look like it was coming down slowly and just vanish. It was not a plane, it didn't look like a helicopter. My mother also saw an orange orb hover across a roadway.
The feeling I get is just "this is fun to watch", because its out of the ordinary, and felt good I saw that. It was on a public highway not an isolated country road so the fear factor wasn't there because what I saw, anyone on the same road would have seen that, so whatever, right?
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.